’ Gerald came into the room as he spoke, his eyes on the stormclouds rapidly gathering in Melusine’s face. Taking her limbs was the only thing I could do short of killing her. “You mustn’t talk any more,” he said, “but I want you to listen to me just for a moment. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay.
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